San Francisco, ultimately, is weather and terrain. It's fog curl and cliff erosion, the stooped back of ascent and that moment (exhilarating, triumphant) when the hills turn in your favor and you are tall in a tall place; you have achieved your point of view. You have to think before you go here. You have to decide how strong you feel, how badly you want, how much you are willing...then you set off, you acquiesce to the whip and the rise and the fall.
It is cold for August. The fog has a mind
Published on August 23, 2009 07:54